[ota] what goes around, comes around

[mightbedrunk]

Leona Matthews was not a fan of being at work late on a Friday night, especially when her boss was preoccupied with his love affair. And love affair was pretty much the only way to put it when it came to Hadyn Novak's thing with Elisha. They weren't 'together', but come on- she could see the look that crossed Elisha's face when Hadyn's number popped up on caller ID. It was like a damn love struck puppy.

All of which was a moot point at the moment, except that she was organizing Elisha's filesfor his Monday board meetings because he'd decided to skip out to see his player. But all that aside? Now was the time for getting out and away. She rode the lift down and was all but sprinting through the lobby, heels click and clacking against the marble floor before she spotted a silent lurker.

"I'm pretty sure now is the time to leave- because it is dark, and Friday, and all that." She said, smiling at the other person. "Buy you a drink, love?"

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[diemwnt]

At least it was a good response. It went well with her general lack of inquiry as to why he was typing rather than speaking--although that, given the fact they worked in the same building, might also have been a matter of word finally having gotten properly around.

Either way, the bob of his head was entirely agreeable.

Or to take the late shift.

[mightbedrunk]

"Oh, but then you won't get to see me as often, and I am the belle of the ball. At least around here. All the ladies dress so business like- so boring. They could really do with some spice in their lives, if you know what I mean."

She grinned, her heels clicking lightly against the wall of the desk as she watched him. "Leona, by the by. My first name is Leona."

[diemwnt]

For being someone who communicated primarily in signed languages, Cadogan had long since perfected a fairly blank affect. It didn't stop one brow from arching with something like a calm amusement at her assessment of the state of women in their building.

And, well. She probably wouldn't mangle it too badly if she was fond of the Welsh. Cadogan. It's a pleasure.

[mightbedrunk]

"Cadogan." She said, a smile on her face as she let the name roll off her tongue the way it should. "I like the sound of that. Cadogan."

It was a better name than Elisha or Lucas at least. "So...when does the night shift end?"

[diemwnt]

It sounded much more like when his mother said it than it had in a while. Hell, it sounded more like when Helena said it, really.

Odd but not unwelcome.

Be heading out about 4am.

[mightbedrunk]

"Well that's no fun. But I suppose...there is a nice little bar that sells morning beers just a couple blocks up." Leona said in a thoughtful tone. "You should be sure to stop by and grab a pint. For a job well done and all."

And good, old fashioned tradition.

[diemwnt]

He needed a moment of thought before he could type properly in response. It was actually one of the nice things about working with the phone rather than his hands--it built in time to think.

I don't know that public morning beer is the image we want to project.

Private morning drinking, though. That was clearly on the table.

[mightbedrunk]

"And what image do we want to project? The 'I'm a bit dull' image?" She smirked, even as she said it though. It wasn't really like she cared too much- she'd just met the guy.

Even if he was sort of cute.

"But to each there own, so long as you celebrate your birthday right."

[diemwnt]

He couldn't laugh. It was a physical limitation. That didn't mean he wasn't going to let out a wry little huff of breath at that.

Was going to say 'professional.' But, well. For professional curiosity. What qualifies as 'right,' exactly?

[mightbedrunk]

"Getting pissed and bloody knackered after a rousing round of some pub golf, or just pub hopping in general." She said with a smirk. Though, belatedly she realized she'd said 'pissed'. That had been an interesting culture collision when she'd first arrived.

[diemwnt]

This laugh comes out much more properly. It still isn't a sound so much as a rough catch of breath in his throat that puff out with mirth about it, but it's accompanied by a smile.

That's the closest he gets.

Do people do that here? I'd have thought we'd left proper golf behind.

[mightbedrunk]

"Not really, but that's what you've got me for. I know how to play a proper game, and I'll kick your arse to boot." She said with a bright smile. "See, things are looking up now, aren't they?"

[diemwnt]

Maybe.

She came from the same place he did. She'd probably recognize the actual high level of approval in that simple answer.

[mightbedrunk]

"Right then, the only thing you need now is my number to my mobile." She said, smiling brightly at him. "Just give it a ring when you need. Or...text." Seeing as he wasn't one for speaking.

Pulling a pen out of her purse she jotted the digits down on a piece of paper she snagged off the security guards' desk.

"Would do you some good, I think."

[diemwnt]

It was bordering on ridiculousness, really. Sitting at the desk wasn't something that was designed to end in being handed a woman's number.

Not that there was any objection remotely at all.

The phone had to go silent, briefly, so he could punch the number into it once it was scrawled out fully.

Cheers.